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Beauty is only skin deep…so are scars.
A wickedly delicious story from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author #DezBurke

Blurb:

Beauty is only skin deep.

So are scars…

Nascar Champion, Shane Davis had it all-money, fast cars and even faster women until a fiery crash at the Daytona 500 changed everything in a flaming instant.

Shane never intends to get married; not with the way he looks now. He knew no woman could ever love him and wasn’t about to find out if he was wrong. But when he needed a woman in his life to play a pretend girlfriend for a few short weeks, he selected the one he felt would suit his needs with no strings attached: Angela Neil.

The first time Angela came face to face with Shane, she was taken aback by his scars but more so by his sizzling magnetism. The way he looked at her, with a searing heat made her simmer in secret places. This was supposed to be all about business, but Shane made it clear early on that he wanted much, much more. Angela was a smart woman and wasn’t about to let her hormones rule her common sense. But temptation called Shane Davis was a dangerous thing to resist…

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When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?

Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she’s looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.

James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he’s built and done for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.

Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?

I’m slowly coming to and dawn hasn’t quite made its arrival yet. Slowly everything from the night before comes back to me. His arm is around me and he’s cradling me to his chest. The warmth is almost insufferable. I turn my head and he’s dead asleep. I’m suddenly overcome with panic and decide I have to get out of here. I creep out of the hold of his stellar body and get off the bed with ease. I don’t want to risk waking him so I just grab my dress and shoes and make my way out of his room and down the stairs. I find my purse on the kitchen island and head for the door. “Cassidy!” I nearly scream I’m so startled. I rush to the door, open it and tip toe thru it for it to slam shut. I run full force down the hall in nothing but his t-shirt with my arms full of my dress, shoes and purse. I fumble with my key and finally get into my room. My door closes and I swear I hear another, “Cassidy!” booming down the hall.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Why am I running from him?

I throw my dress and shoes to the floor and sink down the door. My knees are pulled to my chest and I’m resting my head on them when I feel my door shake like a gorilla is pounding it. Bang, bang, bang! My entire body vibrates against the force of him hitting the door.

“Cassidy, I know you’re in there. Please open up.”

I push myself up the door and sigh. I don’t know what to say to him. “Go away!”

He wouldn’t dare, would he? I decide to face him. I open the door yelling at him, “You wouldn’t dare!”

He’s on me instantly. I don’t even have a moment to take in his appearance. His arms are around my back and he lifts me off the floor. He sets me on the kitchen island.

“Why did you leave? You scared me.” He’s holding my face in his hands. “Cassidy, look at me. You can’t deny the attraction between us. It was there all those months ago and it’s still here.”

There is so much emotion surrounding my thoughts and feelings for him. I was attracted to him like a fish to water the first time I saw him. And then it all went to shit in one night. I look in his eyes and they’re full of concern.

“I’m scared of what I feel when I’m around you. You scare the hell out of me.” He looks stricken and drops his hands from my face. “Not afraid of you, afraid of this,” I wave my hand between us. “I’ve never been so drawn to someone. And you left me that horrible night without a word. I didn’t know what to think. And then you were arrested and I couldn’t process it.”

He pulls me to him and starts talking into my hair. “Baby, I didn’t leave you that night. I never wanted to leave you. I came back with our coffee and I saw you with a cop. He was holding you and I got the wrong impression.”

“Wait, what?! Calvin, you thought I was with…” I’m crying and laughing at the same time. “Calvin is my brother.” I push away from him just enough to look at him.

He’s wiping my tears and says, “I know, I found out a few days later when they were questioning me.” He must feel me stiffen. “Cassidy, the charges were dropped. You know that right?” I nod my answer and he embraces me again. “I promise you I had nothing to do with what happened that night.”

“I spent months trying to hate you so I could get over you, but I couldn’t and I never even had you.”

“Baby, you had me, you have me still. Last night was just confirmation Cassidy.”

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Meet the Author

I’m a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.

I’ve dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.

When I’m not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I’m writing!

I love music and believe that books and music can’t exist without the other. My goal is for you to read more than a good book, but for you to have an experience!

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From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author who brought you the Nice Girl to Love trilogy, comes a Nice GUY to Love spin-off…

Brian Sullivan has been in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love to early-onset Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his brother. And somehow, his heart has managed to heal itself after both. Amazingly, without therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten more wary along the way, however. In fact, he’s been thinking lately that maybe his brother’s now retired nothing-but-flings rule isn’t such a bad idea. Unfortunately, being the nice guy poster boy and all, Brian isn’t exactly versed in the fine art of flings. So he looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.

There’s absolutely no way he’s falling in love with this one…right?

Tessa has no idea what she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of fling expert.

She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary lapse in sanity, really—no doubt because of the can’t-help- but-fall-for-him brain fuzz that hits her whenever he’s around. Not only does the man have her being more herself than she’s ever been in her life, but he’s the only person she knows who seems to have as many demons and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more, he’s got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope for years ago.

“Babe we can’t,” he somehow managed to punch out. Voice gravelly, he drew his hands back to safer territory and said roughly, “You’re hurting and your emotions have gone through the wringer tonight. I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

And yet still, he couldn’t bear to let her go completely.

“Then don’t,” she replied simply, arms twining around his shoulders. “Let me take advantage of you.”

Jerking back to put some head-clearing distance between them was about as painful as ripping off his own skin.

“Sweetheart, why don’t we just hang out tonight? We can sit and talk more about those dickheads we ran into tonight if it’ll help, or we could just watch a movie…anything you want to do.”

He quickly snatched her wandering hands as they traveled down his lats and started tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. “Anything except that,” he groaned. “Work with me here, woman.”

Raggedly, he put his forehead against hers and counted to ten to try and find the tattered remains of his restraint.

The thought almost made him laugh. Who was he kidding? He had no restraint when it came to Tessa. By the fifth second, his lips had already found their way back to hers.

And goddammit if her whole body didn’t just tremble right there in his arms.

She was just so mind-wreckingly responsive. As usual, without even trying, she was driving him batshit crazy.

Tapping into a reserve even he didn’t know he had, he broke off the kiss and took another step away from her.

Then he watched in sad disbelief as her expression became completely shuttered a half an instant later—closing him out behind the walls of a now ten-story castle and a moat filled with fire-breathing piranhas.

The lightning quick response time of her defenses was a punch to his gut, a tragic reminder of how much she’d been through, how hard she’d had to fight to not let it all destroy her.

“Look Brian, if you don’t want to, you can just tell me you know. I just thought we had something and we could have a great night exploring it. But hey, I’m a big girl; you don’t have to make excuses to let me down easy…”

He gave her a look that said he wondered about her IQ before grabbing her hand and dragging it over the zipper of his jeans. “Does that feel like I don’t want to?”

Her eyes widened, and her grip closed tight around him.

Bourbon soaked shards of glass went hissing down his throat. “For chrissakes, stop.” The blood supply in his brain was dipping down to a dangerous low.

And the damn temptress was clearly all torn up about it. He glared at the smile she was biting back. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

“It’s not amusement, it’s relief. Here I was thinking it was just me getting affected with my perpetually wet panties around you and all.”

A seriously pained groan escaped him then. “To preserve my sanity—and your panties— don’t use the word wet in any more sentences tonight.”

She sighed. “I really don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s just sex. I’m not looking for anything serious. You heard Gavin earlier this evening. Being the ‘good girl’ was never exactly my thing.” She brushed up against the hardening ridge tenting his jeans to drive home her point.

With a muttered curse, he clamped one arm around her waist and tangled his free hand in her hair. “Sweetheart, this thing between us is a big deal,” he said roughly, tugging gently on her hair and nearly losing it when she arched her back in response. Her fitted tee was so paper- frickin’-thin. One sharp yank was all it’d take to rip it right down the middle.

Jesus Christ, he needed to find some control.

“Whether this thing between us lasts one night or ten, when, and yes I said when we have sex, I’ll make damn sure that every single second of it seeps into your bones, burns into your memory, and turns into a relentless craving that makes you forget all the assholes from your past.” He ran his lips along the thrumming pulse at her throat.

“And if I’m really lucky, it’ll also help ruin you for all other men completely.”

About The Author

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance novels. When she’s not arguing with her story characters or feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools while trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first and cooking ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai’i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.